Lost Spirits 

Every moment in the hospital leaves a mark... These marks are everywhere... The floors, the walls, the corridors are all filled with different experiences... The clock on the wall starts ticking for you. The place where you fainted shakes for you. When you sense us, a new tomorrow joins us.
The way your soul seeps into the shadows, your gaze hides in the void, your pursuit of light in the darkness—it's all up to YOUR CHOICES...
Your past, your present, and your future will also be SHAPED BY YOUR CHOICES...
You can drink your coffee—or look for ways to escape...
You might need that spatula...
DON’T BE AFRAID OF ME…
WE ARE YOU...